202. Owen Grady 25

~As much as you love staying in with Owen and cooking dinner together, sometimes you like to put on a dress, get a little fancy, and go out. So when he makes reservations at the Resort’s nicest restaurant, you’re extremely excited, to say the least. Unfortunately, as the night progresses, Owen doesn’t seem too happy. When your waitress, a blonde girl about your age, comes to the table to take your drink orders, she is immediately focused on you. Every time she returns to the table, which ends up being many more times than necessary, she makes sure to ask you if everything is to your liking. It’s been a while since you’ve seen a pretty girl not making eyes at Owen all night, and it’s kind of refreshing. She lingers at your table, almost too long sometimes, asking about which dinosaurs you work with, if it’s exciting, if maybe she could get a private tour one day. You continue to answer her questions as kindly as possible and can’t help but notice Owen get more and more annoyed at the fact that he is being all but ignored tonight. He helps you into your coat (he can be such a gentleman sometimes), and crosses his arms as the two of you start walking back towards the Jeep. “She wasn’t just being friendly, you know,” he says, sounding extremely annoyed. You know you shouldn’t enjoy him acting like this, but you play along, “Hmm?” you ask. “Who are you talking about?” He stops walking and leans up against the wall. “The waitress. She was flirting with you.” You just smile and nod, “Oh yeah, I know that. I’m not blind.” You look up at him and smirk and this catches him off guard. “But- ” he starts, but doesn’t seem to understand. “Then why did you keep acting like that? You were practically flirting back!” He seems more confused than upset now, and that just makes you smile more. “Well of course I was,” you run your hand up his arm and rest it on his neck. “How often do I get the chance to make the great Owen Grady jealous?” You smirk and turn away, shaking your hips slightly as you walk to the car. But he grabs you by the waist and turns you around to face him, his face an inch away from yours. “Well that’s not very nice,” he starts, smirking now and turns you both around so you’re pinned between him and the wall. “How many times do I have to remind you?” he says, ghosting his lips from your jaw down to your neck, stopping to place a kiss on your collarbone. You squirm under him, wanting him to do more. After all, this is the reaction you wanted from him in the first place “I’m the alpha here.” He almost growls at you, “and you’re mine.”